She, likewise, had changed clothes, and I found myself almost disappointed by her less-revealing attire. “Hi, Helen. Come on in.” I opened the doo... wide, and she slipped past me and into the living room. “So how was the rest of your day?” Helen said awkwardly. “Um, I think it’s safe to say I had a hard time concentrating after you left.” I wasn’t going to let her put the subject off for very long.“Yeah, about that. Look, I don’t even know where to begin explaining that.”“How about at the. ”“Don’t you wish you were his personal slave?”“Yes.”“He wouldn’t even have to know, would he?”“No.”“It would be hot to be your brother’s secret slave.”Nod.“Say it.”“It would be hot to be my brother’s secret slave.”“Tell me that you want to be my secret slave.”“I want to be your secret slave.”“Do you know what else you could do for your brother?”“What?”“You’d do anything, wouldn’t you?”There was a pause, and I realized that I’d gotten carried away. I was hard as a rock at the sight of my panting. ..”“Might you be referring to Maria, la Duchesse du Bourgogne, Marquessa de Toledo, and her sister, Anna, Marquise de Flandres, Contessa di Pavia? That Anna and Maria?” Marion asked skeptically. “I mean, take Maria, for example. Do you really expect your dad to invite every jumped up knight-errant who happens to be riding around? I mean ... Really! Good heavens, girl! Her title is scarcely 1,000 years old. Heaven only knows what will happen to the family over the next millennium.”“Mommy, are. His vest was stained with what was presumably blood, his eyes open, glassy and vacant.He set the folder down on the table and pulled out another. It was similar to the first, a surname written on it in pen, its contents detailing another wrongful death. This one described a suicide by gunshot, Ethan’s heart beginning to beat faster with every turn of the page. It seemed to stop dead in his chest as he came across more photos, this one showing a portly man in his underwear who was slumped in a.